ϟ ϟ ϟ
You can't tell her.
I have to.
She'll think you invaded her privacy.
This is more important.
She'll hate you.
Doesn't matter.
ϟ ϟ ϟ
"Draco, please….Draco you're scaring me."
"Come." He led her to the nearest staircase which suddenly, it seemed, sprung to life, and brought them to another floor. Draco didn't move, but Hermione clung to him. Draco looked down and she let go. She looked away, silence washing over her, choking back tears.
"Draco, please tell me what's wrong."
Draco looked coldly at her; the emptiness in his eyes made Hermione recoil, hitting her back on the staircase.
"I read your book, Granger," said Draco with the same emptiness in his voice as in his eyes.
Hermione looked confused.
"What book, Draco? You'll have to be more specific…."
"The one on your night desk," said Draco, as though it were obvious.
"Draco, that book—"
"You don't love me, Granger. I read what you wrote in there."
"Draco—what—Draco, what are you on about?" Hermione looked thoroughly confused. And then it came to her.
He read Initima.
She fell completely silent—at a loss of words.
Draco just glared at her with his cold, wanting gray eyes. Instead of saying anything, like Hermione expected him to, Draco started to turn away.
"You'll regret this, Mudblood."
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Hermione took it all in.
He read Initima. He actually read Initima.
What was he on about?
I do love him.
You haven't told him that.
I was waiting for the right time.
He doesn't know that.
Then Hermione ran. She took off, not towards Draco, but to her dormitory. She sprinted, as fast as she could, as though her life depended on it.
She muttered a short "I'm sorry!" to passing professors whose papers she had accidentally scattered across the floor.
Once she reached the portrait hole, she quickly said the password and dashed up to her dormitory, ignoring all of the rude stares in the common room.
She threw herself into her room, and sure enough, on her desk, was Initima. She hadn't noticed before, but it was opened to the two middle pages in the heart of the book.
The first thing she noticed was a letter, written in her exact handwriting. To her shock, she read:
Dear Initima,
I've been trying to work out my feelings for Draco. He's sweet sometimes, but I know he can get dangerous. He has a reputation for that. I'm scared he's going to hurt me.
He told me he loves me. And I didn't say it back. I don't think I can—or will for that matter—ever love him back.
Love, Hermione.
Hermione was struck; horrified of what was written on the page.
She picked up the book. And as if it sensed her touch, the page cleared. And instead came three words:
"I warned you."
END OF CHAPTER 11.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Whoo, creepy, eh? :)
It's part of the plot, don't worry.
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